Khan sat up from his bed in a cold sweat.  He picked up his personal tricorder, muttered "Personal Log" into it with a few other words, and got up to grab a quick sonic shower.  Clean and mildly refreshed, he picked up his hypospray, dialed it for a stimulant, and used it to wake fully up.  There would be no further sleeping tonight ( Read more... )

The current status of Captain Jellico (sequestered in his quarters and pouting about not being able to kill Commander Storvik) is a near ultimate "hands-off" situation for me. Of course, his mismanagement of his own policies is causing problems in crew efficiency and ship maintenance, but that will be correctable if I can escape his wrath for not ( Read more... )

Although I have not yet seen the message instructing me to kill Jellico, I can tell that the crew already knows. They are beginning to divide themselves into three camps: those whose loyalty to evil_kyjellico cannot be broken; those who believe me to be the next captain, and are thus kissing my ass; and a third camp, the fence-sitters.

My rigged combadge ( Read more... )

As we stepped off the transporter platform and headed towards the bridge, Captain Jellico murmured to me, "If this turns out to be your fault, I'll make an example of you. Not to the ship, and not to the fleet. To the Empire."

If I knew this job was going to be this fun, I would have killed evil_storvik years ago. Perhaps I shall soon ensure that both Storviks suffer an "accident" during their torture, so that there is no chance that evil_kyjellico can find any reason to pardon him and restore him to this position. I'm not certain why he spared their lives in the first place, but Captain's ( Read more... )

I sent Captain Jellico a report about my ongoing humiliation of the Storviks, who had been having sex, transforming sexes, and having sex again. That ponn farr is a bitch. I named the transforming agent TGMR. It clearly is communicable, as both Storviks switch, when before only one of them changes sexes ( Read more... )

I had considered helping unpleasant_ifix with the torture, but I decided it had been too long since I had caused unwarranted mental anguish. Oh, yes, I had executed a member of my Sickbay staff, but executions are hard to undo so that you can enjoy them again later. So, I decided to interrupt Ifix at work. Torture can always be followed up with more torture.

( Whistle while you torture... )

It took more than a day for me to catch up with Storvik's ship after it emerged from subspace. Luckily for me, it didn't seem like it was going anywhere.

I approached it slowly in the Revenge. They seemed to be recalibrating their sensors to deal with their sensor-resistant hull. The hull was sensor-resistant, but not weapons resistant. I ( Read more... )

Even as I considered my options as to how best to get past the Orion's Defense Perimeter, that option was taken away from me. The asteroidal ship came towards me and accellerated into warp faster than anything else I'd ever seen. Conveniently, I knew that it couldn't maintain those levels of subspace for long. They'd surface for air...and ( Read more... )

The asteroidal ship that I was following entered the defense perimeter of a heavily protected base. The Revenge captured the handshaking of the codes exchanged between the ship and base, but could not decipher the contents. Surprisingly, their encryption was up to what I would consider the standard. That was something I could expect from the ( Read more... )